

they say a picture is worth a thousand words, these are those thousand words, from the inside of a living photograph.
Twice.
I think I've finally narrowed down my New Years resolution to: be more creepy, rebel more, tweet less and provide more awkward moments.
I'm not sure if I'll ever marry, but if I do the song for the first dance won't have any lyrics, I dont want someone elses words trying to convey my love for my wife especially when that moment will be indescribable, no words to get in the way of how I feel in that moment.
i only know four words.
2000 words per day.
In other words, the avalanche effect.
3700 words later.
happy halloweiner.
funny how after writing a book a day you're at a loss for words.
today is one with a million words and no pencil to write.
i believe actions over words.
be right back, taking a guilt trip.
Nap of champions.
In the words of my grandfather, enough of this idle chit-chat.
two minutes of conversation cannot overcome two weeks of observation, words are strong, but nothing is stronger than action itself.
the words i write are not of talent, they are of emotion, passion, and love.
i'm throwing your intimacy towel back at you, and it's soaking wet.
pimp squeekin' clean.
bugsy speak.
you know how there are those certain words that you remember exactly where or when you learned them, i learned the word desperate from watching the movie home alone.
i don't care what words my tongue rolls, i don't care what path my feet stroll.
mini delights.
an example of this would be a mini donut.
what is the opposite of a pet peeve, because one of my big pet peeves is when words don't have antonyms.
there are three things i don't do on saturdays... set my alarm, clean, and break my habits.
you don't know what you're missing when the stars go blue, losing hope in bad news or good, i know the nearness of you without me is all in your mind, so come away with me and turn me on cuz' i've got to see you again, but i ain't gonna ask you where are you going, it seems all you want are words in my place, now somewhere out there the long day is over and the only thing you want is standing still in front of your eyes, you know you can't get free of this sweetness.
White tape or black tape?
Words can't describe the feelings I have for this hockey stick.
The first hockey game of the season is like your first day in prison, you have to kick as much ass as possible.
let me be the one to put the yay in your day.
my words are opaque, to those who are in love, and vacant to the rest of the sea.
our society is backwards, some say a guy who wears pink or likes pink is a pansy, but truth says a guy who is afraid of something so simple as a color is the true pansy.
sleep well. love well.
it's warm, hot off the grill of my heart, because it's love.
it's not the words that make it powerful, it's powerful because the source is love.
fin.
a dream come true for two.
those sweet words, home sweet home.